Oct 062003
My dad called me this afternoon and, after reminding me to send him money for car insurance, mildly admonished me for what I write in my blog. I’m sure that there’s some stuff in here that probably makes them uncomfortable. I love my parents dearly, but they have always been a little overprotective of me, which is pretty typical of all parents of children with disabilities. And I’m also the oldest, which probably carries some expectations of “proper” behavior. “Try to be a little more intellectual,” my dad advised. I’ll keep that in mind, but I think all of you would flee this site like rats from a sinking ship if I just rehashed Salon every day.
Besides, I’m plenty intellectual at work, which is where this picture was taken:
Ah, that seminal blog coming-of-age moment: when your family finds out about (or gets nervous about) your blog. I wrote about it here, and there are some comments from people talking about what happened when their family found out about their blog. Your Dad’s lucky. I have one friend who went on a truly hysterical binge of posts about sex and alcohol for a week after her mother found her blog. You’re the soul of moderation, Big Guy.